(2o14 last day)

Arthas had come with the intention of saving a city, and in his mind, the people of Stratholme were already in a state of extreme danger. The plague has spread, the Cult of the Damned has created chaos within, and the entire city may have been drowned in a blaze.

As for the message Lilia brought, to be honest, Arthas didn't take it to heart.

What can a small garrison officer bring to the city? Can you turn the tide of battle?

His Royal Highness the Prince of Lordaeron does not think so, and he has always believed that the little people may be important, but they can never change the big picture.

This made Arthas anxious, and he loved the people of Lordaeron even more than his father. Otherwise, he would not have been guided by Uther to become a brave and fearless knight of the Silver Hand. It was this love that made him feel restless about Stratholme's life, and he couldn't wait to get to that city, to see what was going on there, to try it, and to see if he could turn the problem around.

Such anxiety made him unable to sleep peacefully, and if it weren't for the fact that his invincible horse really needed to rest, the prince would have rushed to Stratholme overnight. Eventually, he sat opposite his lover Gianna and stayed up anxiously all night. Gianna can guarantee that during these hours, Arthas sat on the volcano almost every second, and his whole body will tremble with inner torment.

As the night passed, before the light even dawned, Arthas urged the Knights of the Silver Hand to march forward, and they did not even bother to pack up their tents, and handed them all over to the men and horses behind them, and hundreds of fast horses rushed towards Stratholme in the distance like a tornado.

"Quick, faster!"

Arthas kept urging his beloved horse, and if he had been before, he would never have commanded this brave horse like this. In his mind, the war horse was like a friend, but now, for the sake of Stratholme, Arthas could no longer care about that.

In less than three hours, the Knights of the Benz could already faintly see the high spire of the chapel in Stratholme.

This qiē did not make Alsace feel relieved, in fact, he felt more nervous.

"Tell me, Gianna, Stratholme is fine. Please, tell me this. ”

Arthas, who was already on the verge of collapse in his heart, whispered, he didn't even dare to look up at the walls and houses that were getting clearer and clearer. Before Gianna, who was a magician and had greatly improved her hearing, could comfort her, Arthas shook her head and said in frustration, "Don't comfort me, my dear, Lilia hasn't returned. I haven't seen Lilia coming, what is she doing? Did it fall in Stratholme? Or, has she died? ”

At this moment, a knight, who was almost on a par with Arthas, suddenly shouted: "Look, what is that?!" ”

Arthas looked up suddenly, and in the distance, on the spire of the chapel, a small figure was constantly beating, like a cry for help, like a cheer. In any case, at least it proves that Stratholme is not as bad as he thinks. Otherwise, the natural disaster would have burned the chapel to the ground, leaving it as an empty shell, and would not have allowed a human to climb to the top of the spire.

"Praise the Light," Arthas said in heartfelt praise, "Praise! ”

The entire Silver Hand Knights roared out at the same time, and the mighty sound spread from the Knights, and soon spread throughout the four fields.

As the Order moved closer to Stratholme, Arthas finally saw Lilia. The female knight was wrapped in a heavy wrap of cloth, and beside Lilia, two priests and a burly middle-aged man were standing on the side of the road. The middle-aged man who didn't seem to be of high status seemed to be full of strong and unyielding will, and the power to make these wills a reality. Even though he had more cloth wrapped around his body than Lilia, making him like a cocoon wrapped in worms. However, this kind of wrapping could not block the light emanating from this middle-aged man's body, the intense light that could be perceived although it could not be seen.

Needless introduction, Arthas had already guessed the name of the middle-aged man, and at that moment, he shouted loudly: "Thuram, you are the best!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the prince suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body shook, and he almost fell off his horse. The combination of extreme anxiety and pain, as well as the sudden relaxation after the tension, is too much for even an iron man to bear.

Before he passed out, he vaguely heard the guard say, "Welcome to Stratholme." ”

At that moment, the prince's whole body was completely relaxed. Yes, there is no sentence at this time that sounds more beautiful than Thuram's qiē. Hear that Arthas would like to hear it every day, whether it be Stratholme, or the rest of Lordaeron.

When Arthas suddenly opened his eyes from the darkness, he saw Thuram, the garrison of Stratholme, standing in front of the window with his back to him, and the sunlight outside the window looked so bright that it even caused Thuram's body to glow.

"I had a dream, a terrible dream."

Arthas suddenly said: "I dreamed that I came to Stratholme too late, and the whole city was already covered with the plague. I know there are healthy people in it, and there are people who can be saved, but I can't help it. ”

Not intending Ram's identity, Arthas covered his face hard, hung his head and sobbed, while saying, "Yes, I really can't help it. What am I going to do? They, oh, they're all the best people of Lordaeron. ”

Luo Tong lowered his head and was quiet for a while, waiting for the prince's love to stabilize a little, then turned around, looked at Arthas and asked, "And then?" ”

"I dreamed that I had finally made up my mind to slaughter the city. At that moment, I just felt like my whole body had been split in half, and half of it had already died in Stratholme. Teacher Uther left me, and Gianna left me, and I couldn't even keep them. It just drove me crazy. ”

Luo Tong smiled and said, "At least not now. ”

Alsace nodded repeatedly, and his feelings were much better. He didn't quite know why he was like this, and even in the face of Gianna, he had never been so open-minded.

"I also dreamed of a Dreadlord who claimed to be Melganis and who could make Stratholme an undead hell. I was afraid that Stratholme would really fall into that way, and I started a ...... with it."

At this point, Arthas did not continue, and after a long time, he said something dirty, and then said, "That's terrible, terrible." ”

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